Constant is the rain,
sinking my spirits down
into the muddy ground
like a limp leaf.
Looming are the clouds,
colorless and steady,
promising a future of
wetness and cold.
Dark are my thoughts,
ready to murder anyone
who says a sunny word
to me.
Dead is the sibling,
the one that disregarded
his sisters warning.
Its funny, but I really like this one. Weird huh? Maybe because in the beginning it starts out so poetic, kinda sorta;). But after the second verse all the poeticness goes down hill and WOW do my true feelings emerge!
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Yeah, my "depressing" poems tend to be my best ones. Funny how that works.
I really like it. I hope you don't feel that way often! *hugs*
love you girl!! great poem!
great poem, but I'm sorry you felt that way..;)
I am glad you put "his" instead of her.
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